If I didn’t believe it, I would not have honestly hoped to be stopped by you those years ago. I also would have been very curious about what you would have done in such a scenario. I would have taken anything with a smile on my face. Probably laughing, tongue in cheek. If it was the tough route hitting me in the pocket book, doing your job by the book? I understand. Who am I to expect different. Maybe I deserve it. If it was a hug and a warning because I’m 100% clean and I’m a friend? So be it too. If I didn’t believe it, you and them would not have been the only thing I thought about for 4 hours the entire time going in there, in the dark, alone, in the middle of winter, the only time I ever did go in there.

I would not have looked (coincidentally) yesterday, discovering your name as it is today for the first time, ever. I surely would not have been hit enough to speak up. You and yours, who I also know, would not be on my mind at times when I do reflect on my life and things I would possibly do differently if I had the opportunity.